Page 34 of One Last Touch

“Take off your clothes.”

“You want me to strip for you?” He looked disappointed and I bit my lip to hide my grin.

“To start with.”

Clearly reassured, he unclipped one of the straps that hooked over his shoulders and then did the same on the other side, pushing the top of his overalls off to fold over at his waist.

“Did you want me to dance or something?”

I laughed. “Not unless you want to.”

He grinned and my breath caught at the way it lit up his face. Sage reached down and hooked his hands under the bottom of his jumper, lifting in one fluid motion that had my stomach tightening in anticipation. There were a few pale scars that decorated his arms, likely from a life of manual labour in the garden, but the muscles in his chest, shoulders and stomach were defined, a sprinkling of hair making my gaze fall down as it led beneath the barrier of his trousers.

“You know, I’m suddenly feeling at a disadvantage.” He raised one eyebrow at me and I smirked.

“Oh, well I guess we can’t have that.” I stood and unbuttoned the flannel shirt I was wearing deliberately slowly, each button had his face darkening and I was certain that if I moved any slower he would come and rip it off me himself. I slid the shirt off and he breathed in sharply, his eyes roving over the white lacy bra I had on and then his eyes widened when I took it off. “Fair’s fair,” I teased and he nodded quickly.

I sat back down again and Sage reached for the zip on the side of his overalls before blushing. “Um, so, depending on what you have in mind this could get awkward. I wasn’t…”

I perked up, managing to pull my eyes away from the happy trail on his stomach for a second to tease him. “Sage… Are you telling me you’ve been commando this whole time?” My voice came out throatier than I’d intended and he bit his lip.

“I wasn’t wearing boxers the day…”

It wasn’t funny, really, but somehow we managed to chuckle together but mine cut off with a dry croak when he pushed the trousers down all the way and my eyes widened.

Put simply, Sage was a work of art. His thighs were strong and the muscles bunched as he walked over to me. His dick was already hard and it bobbed in front of my face for a second. I fisted my hands so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach for him and breathed out shakily as I looked back up into his face.

“How can you even…” I blushed and he looked amused.

“Be hard? I don’t know, but right now I’m grateful otherwise this might be getting a little awkward for whatever you have planned.”

I nodded over to the desk chair and tossed him a blanket as he walked over. “Sit there.”

He fumbled and nearly dropped it and my smile dropped. It was too easy to forget that he was barely here, barely clinging on. He saw the change in my expression and his face softened. “Don’t worry, I was terrible at catching when I was alive too.”

I laughed weakly but stood when he sat. I unzipped my jeans and laughed again at the sudden attentiveness he showed. I stepped out of them and then my underwear, pushing them both off to one side of the room. I let him look his fill before I sat back down on the bed.

“So…”

I shot him a look as I pressed myself back up against the headboard and slowly parted my thighs, hearing his soft gasp of breath even from across the room.

“Why,” he said through clenched teeth, “am I all the way over here for this?”

“I didn’t want you to get tempted,” I said as I brushed a hand over my stomach and up to my breasts. “Or me,” I amended and he sat back in the wooden chair, his hand slowly reaching around to stroke himself.

“This what you meant by safer,” he hissed out through a gasp, his eyes on me made my skin tingle as I moved my other hand down and stroked gently between my legs. “Georgina—” He made to stand up and I paused the motion of my hand.

“No.”

He sat with a whoosh of breath that he didn’t need and I circled my clit as he watched.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” His voice was hoarse and I watched his hand tighten around his dick smugly as the speed of my fingers increased slightly.

“Everything on your long list. Tell me.”

Understanding dawned and he slowly started to pump his hand up and down and the sight distracted me enough that I barely blinked as I watched. His head tilted back, exposing the strong column of his throat.

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